This is a song about "I am better then u at rapping"

Then i got better and used measured rhymes

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Will somebody please show me how

Now u see why i am the way i am now?

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Maybe im better liked then i know

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Maybe im better liked then i know

Hit the club she drop it low

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again